FRANK WESTWORTH
“insisted that I 'take it to its limits!' I retumed it a half-hour later, running badly as a 375 single”
THERE WAS A TIME, A LONG TIME AGO IN A GALAXY far, far away, as they say, when I would ride a loaned bike - a test victim, if you like - as fast as either it would go or until my courage ran out, screaming . They were strange days, often spent riding with fellow scribblers over roads they knew well - well , far better than I - pretending that we were in
